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Do I Mind When Things Don'T Add Up
oceanic are my dreams
sedated by soporose slumber
I drift
washed up on a different shore
no longer bathed & preserved within icy saline
the opposite of the safety of the womb
yet preferable to awakening
with eyes skinned so that harsh realities sink in
I choose to close my eyes
shiver in unknown surroundings
await the sandman's anaesthesia
amnesia battles denial
truth battles confabulation
I don't want to stand & stare
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